NIN/JA May 14th!!!

scored some PIT tix to this NINE INCH NAILS and JANE'S ADDICTION
cannot frickin wait!!!

EXACTLY ONE MONTH TO THE DAY OF THE SHOW.

i hope it stops snowing by then. its getting old.

nuttin new going on here

man its been a while. i remember this was an everyday occurance for me to update my blog.

lets see what has happened in the past year or so.

ummmm... nothing? haha

well i went fishing with my little one yetserday at wheatfields.

the wife had a business trip so she abandoned her car in chinle so i had my dad run out and pick us up to retreive it. in the process we took the scenic route back to WR and ended up fishing 2 spots.

there were alot of people at the lake. i was envious because some were camping out on a monday. wish i could do that.

i deflowered my brand new 9' St Croix. its been sitting in its case for almost a year. so i tied a black wooly bugger on and reaquainted myself to the cast. i got my line stuck a few times in the trees but was fortunate enough that the line released when i pulled on the fly.

after no production from the wooly bugger, i tied on a #10 black stonefly and tried that for a while. i got a few close calls but they still werent biting.

so we moved down the way to the south side of the bridge. i was about to just head back home when my little one asked to stay for a while longer. that was a bit surprising since she doesnt really like fishing, or maybe its all an act when her mom is around.

it was then i remembered this technique i read about a few months back while sitting in some waiting room and came upon a fly fishing mag. the technique comprised of tying multiple flies on the same tippet. so i tied on a black bumble bee and a olive wooly worm, with the wooly worm at the end.

about 5 casts into the new line, i caught a 4 inch brown. haha. my daughter laughed and asked to keep it and take it home. i told her we wouldnt get much meat out of it and she gave me a disgusted look and told me she wanted to keep it in her room. haha

i teased her about putting it under her pillow.

so after a few more close hits i found that the bumble bee was unraveling. apparently the smaller fish were crazy for bumblebees. as the last of the sunlght was disappearing, we headed out and took a nice lazy drive back to WR.

i was thinking i might hit up antelope lake this weekend with my cousin Levi, but then again, i feel like camping. might take the pop up to wheatfields and enjoy the pine trees and lake.


well sorry for the short post and i hope i can start this again on a regular basis.

oh also, if you go by wheatfields, go and visit the dancing/beebopping dog that hangs out by the Lakeside store.

i wanted to get a video of him but it slipped my mind.

new post. haha

Sept 26th, 2007

Baby Girl…

It has been 5 years already. Seems like just yesterday you were born and I was getting an earful from mommy because we were roaming around the hallways of RMCH with you every time you cried, thereby making you SPOILED for all time, according to mom. But that’s OK; my intention was to spoil you anyways.

Now we get daily dance move lessons to the Beverly Hills Cop theme, updates on what Alton Brown is cooking up on Good Eats, mom/dad/baby tickle sessions, non-stop Barbie Girl and Blister In The Sun in the CD player, arguments about how things should REALLY be done and questions about everything and anything.

I wouldn’t take ANYTHING in exchange for these past 5 years of utter and complete happiness.

Happy birthday sweetie, I love you.

Good Vs Evil

Got tickets for the Family Value Tour a few weeks ago, not gonna say how I got it, but... Also going to Marilyn Manson and Slayer on Tuesday, front row bay bee!!!.

Gonna be funny watching Slayer fans beat hopelessly on poor defenseless, pale skinned closet living Manson fans.

I predict Mansonites– 3 and Slayeroids – 56. Good odds.

I’m so lucky right now; I had better run out and buy some lottery tickets tonight. Then cruise down Coalmine Road to the Blackgoat’s BINGO parlor there along N54 outside Tse Bonito; I hear the jackpot is $300 plus a fat sheep.

Sheesh… I could feed my peoples with that for the next month and even have spare cash to fund a few runs to Sagebrush to quench my peoples thirst.

Hell, I might even stop at Sky City on the way to Albs tomorrow; hand out crisp $1 bills to the hunnies and grandmas… only if I win the Blackgoat’s Jackpot.

My campaign bid begins now.

Haha.

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My wife and I were sitting at the McDonalds in Grant NM yesterday afternoon, while munching yummy processed artificial chicken nuggets with REAL hot mustard sauce; we overheard a DJ on the radio pose a question to really no one in general.

He asked if you (us listeners) were given a choice by whomever it is that grants superpowers, what they would choose…

A) The power of INVISIBILITY
B) The power to FLY

And why?

Although the reasons are pretty obvious why a guy would instantly consider choosing invisibility… after much deliberation, (or 6 nuggets later) I chose

B) the power to FLY.

Why you might say….?

Well, I think the novelty of lurking around college dorm rooms/showers and/or sororities is appealing at this and any juncture in my life… the novelty would wear I think I would get tired of it after a short while. Once you see a few, it’s all the same, if you know what I mean. I hope that doesn’t cause a need for the egoists and narcissists to send me hate mail … again. Hehe.

Also, imagine the time and money one would have to expend to travel to certain “select sites” to utilize your power. I’m sure you could catch a bus or plane unbeknownst to anyone and save a few hundred or so. But think about it… why? There is no real gratification in just “watching” or sitting invisible for hours at a time just to “watch”.

I’m sure thousand upon thousands of porn addicts, peeping toms, voyeurs and lepers will band together and rise up against me to defend their one last bastion of hope and means of RELEASE… But I’m sorry… I don’t mean to offend you sickos, but that’s just me. I’m not one for strip bars to begin with and internet porn sites even less. Much like casinos, I don’t see the allure of what might be or could be when you know damn well ITS never gonna be.

But if I were invisible, I would probably be a criminal or a Council Delegate. Especially with today’s gas prices and rising inflation and my measly raise this past year… I’d be the shyts when it came to bank robberies and heists or sneaking away from the Council Chambers and breaking quorums right before important legislation.

I guess that could be a form of stealing also… stealing hope from our people by not voting and attending.


Being a Council Delegate… Hell yea, I would certainly feel all self-important and indignant when no one really cared what freaking horse I rode and for how many days I rode to get to the job my people PAID me to do. It’s a hard job and somebody has to do it… hehe

Riding a horse to work… All that is a stupid publicity ploy to make people think that riding a horse to your job is any more distinguishing than it really is. Maybe if they rode bareback in loincloth, roughed it with no top-of-the-line toilet paper to wipe their asses and actually hunted for food for sustenance and survival, instead of their thousand dollar stock trailers following their every move, while decked out in Pendleton clothes and jewelry… with one hand slightly heavier than the other because of the new gold ring weighing it down.

I would be all that and more, BUT, I don’t think I have that Council Delegate Gene or debilitating Mental Disposition where even as a child they already had inclinations to money laundering, corruption, domestic violence, uneducated complacency and non-accountability.

I have a conscience and love my people, I couldn’t do that to them.

But I would be an invisible Navajo Robin Hood, stealing from the delegates and giving to the poor. Wanted Dead or Alive by the Sheriff of Window Rockingham. Adored by Navajo grandmas in velveteen dresses. Desired and sought after by women and young ladies from the Western Agency to the Eastern Agency and every chapter in between. Men hating me and cursing every instance my name came up… and calling the invisible Chiidi.

But alas… I chose the power to FLY.

When my wife calls my name, I would fly there instantly. Well that’s if she calls me on the cell because thanks to the military, im a bit hard of hearing as it is. I wouldn’t expect the power to fly to be bundled with much anything else such as super hearing or super strength.

But overall, flying… Its cooler and chicks dig it. Haha.

What would you choose?

Good or evil?

Rejuvenile

My 4 yr old daughter started kindergarten yesterday. We had to shop for uniforms and school stuff the day before in Gallup. I wish I didn’t have to spend money in Gallup but since Bashas’ in WR nor 7-2-11 in FD don’t carry khaki/blue pants and polo shirts… I was left with Gallup as my most convenient, but still undesirable, option.

I had initially wanted her to go to the TSE HOOT SOOI DINE'BI'OLTA (Navajo Immersion School) in FD, but in the end we weighted in certain factors such as the fact that she was used to a certain routine coming from Hilltop Christian and had several close classmates that had also transferred with her to the new school and a few other factors such as academics, activities, and level of discipline and teacher/student ratio.

I’m a product of public schools myself (GO SCOUTS!!!) so I was a bit turned off in giving my daughter the whole public school experience to start. I’m sure things are different now than when I went, but with constant lockdowns last year at WRUSD and weapon/bomb threats… I get the impression that nothing has changed and things have actually gotten worse.

Also… I suppose we can just follow tradition being that my wife graduated HS from there years ago… Along with my sister and my sister in law.

My daughter has been saying all summer that she misses going to school. She must have been really burnt out yesterday evening because she didn’t talk too much when we picked her up and she fell asleep early with no complaining or hassle. I guess she made up for all the playtime she missed over the summer break.

She brought back her first assignment also, a psychedelic rainbow colored horse that would have made Tim Leary proud on one side and on the other… an innocent drawing of her mom, herself, her doggy and moi standing under a palm tree near the ocean with our names written in caps above each. She even put in my moustache and stubble on the chin.

That maybe foretells our future expedition to see my sister in Hawaii later this year.

That’s another story.

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I remember I started out at Hilltop Christian also. I think my wife went to the newer Hilltop years later, where as, I attended the school half way up the hill, the real Hilltop. My dad would drop me off in the mornings in his big red ford truck after the winding uphill drive to the big white 2-3 story schoolhouse. That place gave me the creeps but I guess I had no choice but to stay all day long.

A rattlesnake there almost bit me once. We had wandered off into the hills during recess and begun climbing boulders just for the hell of it since swings and monkey bars were for sissies and girls. Everyone knows that…

I had climbed onto a few boulders already and was going for one more when after reaching up with one arm to the lip of the boulder; I heard the distinctive rattle of a certain slithering poisonous creature.

I peeked over the ledge and saw a rattler reared up and coiled, waiting to sink its deadly load at the slightest movement. My hand was about 2 feet away from the fangs, left there involuntarily motionless out of fear.

My friends came running up while I yelled “snake” at the top of my lungs. They freaked out and retreated while I was left there with a snake ready to unload on my hand. I looked at the snake again over the ledge and all sorts of 4 year old things blazed with lightning speed thru my head.

I finally got brave enough so I quickly pulled my hand back. Right before I clinched my eyes shut, I thought I saw the rattler pounce, I even felt something clip the tip of my finger. I took off running downhill back towards the school clutching my hand, not wanting to look at it just yet.

Weeks after that, I ventured no more than I had to from the schoolhouse. Even when my friends still taunted rattlers hiding in drainage pipes and the darkest regions of the playground. From there on out, I regaled myself to killing and poking at daddy long legs in the Spider Den instead.

That’s another thing I distinctly remember… the daddy long legs army that ruled a majority of the schoolhouse. The rock walls had spiders all over it, big giant suckers with thin legs.

The waft of grilled ham and cheese sandwiches and tomato soup while fending off daddy long legs… Now that was sport.

That’s why I love Grilled Ham and Cheese sandwiches so much now because I couldn’t enjoy them back then. I think they call it rejuvenile, in a good childlike sense, not childish.


WR Elementary kindergarten… Miss Jones, Miss Chino… Stayed there all through 5th grade except for the 1st grade in FD Elementary when my dad abandoned me and left me with a 4-member family that lived in a small 15-foot travel trailer because he was too busy chasing tail or whatever it was he was doing.

But that’s another story altogether.

All I really remember of kindergarten was a cardboard box kids had to sit in when they committed violations against classroom policies. I don’t think I sat in there, only once maybe, for petty infractions against kindergarten humanity.

Other than that, I remember fighting almost everyday with this kid who liked to dress like a cowboy, straight down to knock off snake skin Tony Llamas, mother of pearl studded cowboy-cut button up shirts. His name was Dwayne _____.

For some reason he hated me… and so… as fights and time went along, I came to hate him also. But eventually they moved him out of my class and I would like to think they moved him down to Special Ed or maybe deported him to the Hopi rez boundary.

We used to bloody one another up if left unattended for more than 3 minutes, which he always provoked. My dad had 3 sets of clothes for me there whereas everyone else only had 1 set. Haha.

We took a fieldtrip to the Navajo Nation Zoo one day. I had the time of my life there, especially in the “Snake House”. There were about 30 snakes in aquariums throughout the building along with rabbits, a Gila monster (I think) insects and rodents.

We would run up behind the girls, teachers included, in our class and scare them when they reluctantly shuffled up to an aquarium they didn’t want to look into in the first place. They would let out horrified screams, and then smack us upside the head for doing that. Haha

After that life changing fieldtrip, I would sneak off from home (Circle Drive) during the evening time and crawl over the fence on the backside of the zoo and wander around until it got dark. Sometimes bringing scraps from home for the coyotes and bears. To my knowledge, I never got caught for doing that.

Wandering around the zoo eventually lead to hanging out with some fast friends I made while taking the daily walk thru the sandstone rock formations on the way to the zoo.

We found a tarantula one time back there and ran back home for a glass jar to fit it in. So after huffing and puffing our way back with a cleaned out mayo jar, we finally managed to catch it and took it to the zoo so they could add it to their collection. Up to that point they never had a tarantula.

I don’t remember what we named it.

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All of this reminiscing is by way of coming upon and reading Mihio’s blog earlier this morning. I don’t think he remembers me, but I remember going to WRES with him. We had a lot of the same friends but I don’t think we ever really became bros in an elementary school sense.

But i might be wrong.